Showing posts with label Read It. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Read It. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Incorruptuble

Did you hear about the New York City-based artist and photographer who documented every day for six months her Happy Meal's "shocking resistance" to "decomposition and biodegradability"?

Mmm. McDonalds.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Hot and Haze-y

Real Simple turned me on to Out of Print Clothing. I instantly ordered this (and another) tee. Nabokov's Lolita tickles me so much I have to stop reading it sometimes and shake.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Mood Swings


This month's issue of Real Simple (page 10) introduced me to stereomood.com, a "free radio website in tune with your emotions." This week I listened to Work, Writing, and Good Karma. Today I'm trying Well Read, Road Trip, and Sunny Day. I'm in a weekend state of mind :-)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Philly Pride


In Elizabeth Gilbert's memoir Committed, I read the following passage about her boyfriend's honest and hilarious sentiment on trading Bali for the suburbs of Philadelphia:

"I will never forget one of the last enchanting evenings that he and I spent together at his cottage there [in Bali]- sitting outside, barefoot and dewy-skinned from the warm November air, drinking wine and watching a sea of constellations flicker above rice fields. As the perfumed winds rustled the palm trees and as faint music from a distant temple ceremony floated on the breeze, Felipe looked at me, sighed, and said flatly, 'I'm so sick of this shit. I can't wait to go back to Philly.'"


Likewise, in a recent episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Charlie confesses to never having been outside of Philadelphia. While he admits to a "general fear of it" (leaving), "a fear of the unknown, a fear of change, a fear of... gypsies", he denies it to The Gang, saying, "I'm not scared, I just haven't left Philly ever. Why leave Philly, you know?"

Well said, guys.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Between the Lines

I am lucky enough to belong to a lovely group of ladies who meet once a month for bookclub. Last night we discussed Anna Quindlen's Every Last One. I read it last Sunday on a seven hour flight; it was the perfect read for a single sitting. We had so much to say about this pick; it's a book I can't quite put my finger on, but I liked it- the slow and easy character development and then an unexpected shock (at least to me because I never read a jacket). Some of us have already lent our copy out (to our mothers, mostly).
I also liked the chocolate covered nougat our hostess offered, I ate a ton of it.